Easter Egg Baskets

    Let’s say that you are getting divorced and it happens to be Easter weekend.  You have three daughters, seven, twelve and fourteen.  You have decided to take them to your cabin in Twain Harte for the weekend where there are a lot of festivities occurring including a few easter egg hunts.  Sounds nice right.
    In addition to this you have lived away from your family home for over a year and you have left every single scrap of furniture, fixtures, dishes, let’s just say everything at this house for your wife and kids to use freely.  Every single thing that you own in your new home had to be purchased down to the forks and knives on the used table that you obtained off of Craigs List savinh money by buying used furniture.
    As you prepare for your weekend away you send a simple request to your soon to be ex-wife asking her if she would consider allowing the kids to bring their Easter Egg Baskets with them for the weekend so they can have them for the egg gathering activities planned by the local establishments.  I realize that all of this sounds simplistic, reasonable and somewhat straight forward in the grand scheme of normal interactions that two adults have around the world eveyr single day of over single week of every single month of every single year.  Yet, here comes the odd twist.
    The insanity of your ex-spouse kicks in and her reply to allowing the kids to use their Easter Egg Baskets on Easter Sunday for a simple egg gathering event is denied.  She has no other choice but to say no as she is using the baskets for her own purposes and the shere appalling gall of you to even broach the subject of sharing the baskets has her stunned beyond her instable ability to think clearly.  How could you in your own self centered abusiveness even dream of thinking the kids shoudl be allowed the simple use of these baskets on a weekend where they were not with their natural birth mother.  The baskets were to stay put and you would have to make do with plastic bags or go out and buy your own containers for your sad little insatiable gathering of heathen fun.
    Divorce in general is a difficult.  It is by nature the parting of two people who no longer get along in any aspect and that only forshadows the bitterness of the battles as they escelate in heated insiderary torturous confronations as the divorce moves forward.  A simple thing like an Easter Egg Basket has the newly aquired ability to consumate the flames of disgust and hatred the explodes much like the atom bomb as it descended on Hiroshimi destroying the innocence of life in unexpected finality.  At least the deaths of those families, friends, animals and all forms of life was extingushed quickly like the blowing out of a birthday candle on a three year olds exhuberate exhaled wish.  In divorce the exruciating pain is relived day and night lasting endlessly as the pull of childred keep the warring couples together.
    Something as small and insignificant as an Easter Egg Basket gains a new form of life as it fuels the insanity of a woman who lashes out at any slight sign of weakness.  I can only say this.  For all the men out there with children who are in the process of getting a divorce or who are contemplating a divorce in the future take the damn basket now.  Store it in a safe place at your parents house and come that first Easter alone with just you and the children take a picture of them happily gathering eggs and e-mail it to the bitter dried vessel sitting home alone with a smile and say simple “have a nice day”.